“Patrick, turn around,” Hannah commanded. “Slave Patrick, obey!”
Slowly Patrick came around. You could tell his back still hurt but he obeyed. Once he got sight of what Hannah held he closed his eyes and slightly shook his head. Negative sounds issued from his throat.
“Don’t give me that crap!” Hannah said. In a split second she was in front of him, her nails pinching one n****e, then the other. Patrick threw his head back.
“Don’t act like you haven’t seen this before,” Hannah said. “You thought I forgot about it, didn’t you? Look at me. Look at me!” Hannah grabbed his chin, forced Patrick’s head back to her. His eyes pleaded.
Oh, oh, she was about to lose it. Too much, too soon. But Hannah’s tone changed. Perhaps softened? “Is that too much for you?” she said.
“Tough,” Hannah went on
